20 Apr 2007
Counting water towers from the back seat of a car
Playing Take It to the Limit, it was 1984
Colors and numbers, her ABCs
But the things that she learned were more than any of these
They would hang on her every word
Of deserts and jungles and the animal world
And while she taught them to count past ten
They learned that failure is just giving in
When she sang it was never alone
Her voice blew darkness right out of this home
Keeping the tempo, staying in key
We learned how to live in harmony
How to live with mistakes you have made
Ways to trick the monster out from under your bed
How to behave like a human being
These are the things that my mother taught me